Blood in Our Headlights, Car Wrecked, the Boar Dead

                                            ©2013 JoAnn Verburg

Blood in Our Headlights, Car Wrecked, the Boar Dead

Out of the darkness, men come with knives.
      They work quickly,
muttering back and forth.
     By the time the police arrive,
the boar is gone. The foreigners,
     each one of us, stand around
the wrecked car,
     everyone still alive.
     And then
the moment becomes a story,
     cut open as completely as the boar had been,
all of us making use of it
     in whatever ways we need
until our lives and the names
     we were given never to let go of,
go.
     And even laughter and even our fears:
gone,
     along with the boar and our bewilderment,
traceless now inside the unending sound
     of crickets, the brown dust
soaked in blood.

                                                                          -JIM MOORE

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